"Shower you're gonna join me for," Jiang says, because it's assumed, because he's no fool. He shifts his hands, shifts those shorts around so that he can get at Proko properly, rub him down with insistent fingers and feel just how wet he's gotten already.

He sighs and moves his mouth to Proko's neck. "No privacy on the ship, no privacy in the rack at Quantico, no privacy anywhere but here."